Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.